love poems

Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.

Temporary Emotions
I sometimes wonder about you, Think about you, Smell you, Even see you in my dreams, I see things that remind me of you,
By Zainab Bangura8 years ago in Poets
Love
Dear Love, I want to know you, in your rarest form. Deep down, in my heart, I know we were put on Earth to love. Today, love has become so complicated; it makes me wonder, if I've ever knew her at all. Tolerance is not love. We, as humans, have become so comfortable with hatred; hate holds no place in my world. Love, I want to know you but you feel so unattainable.
By Kierra Khan8 years ago in Poets
Love
Natural to the Human Heart; And in some ways, it is an Art. Indescribable when it's true. Yet sometimes said in words of few.
By Declan Nieradka8 years ago in Poets
You and I, Kissing Under a Street Light in a Blizzard
The only sounds were the soft crunch of my footsteps and the gentle howl of a winter night. The snow fell around me, specks against the dark sky, like stars falling to Earth. It was just me, away from the world, in one of my own. A single streetlight lay near a dark grey bench. I sat down, the chilled air wrapping its frigid arms around me. My vision was obscured as a galaxy encompassed the night. I took a deep breath, enjoying the bitter air.
By Howl8 years ago in Poets
Sunset
It can mark the end of a day, The end of a time, The end of anything, Cut down in it’s prime. It’s the start of the night,
By E. J. Wylie8 years ago in Poets
The Language of Love
Love is a language not found on Google translate, love is a language found in pulsing veins, and deafening heart beats, clammy hands, shaking voices and stomaches, dropped so low they've reached a new climate. The world will claim to speak fluently, but do not be fooled, they are speaking a middle school made up gibberish, compared to the authenticity of morning songbirds, fresh dew on a rose petal, a mother bear's ferocity for their baby's safety. You will not find this language on Beyonce's tongue, Dre's beat, or the over formulated melody of One Direction's newest single.. they cannot begin to comprehend the true language of love whispered in the majestic mountains, cackled from the fast running rivers, from deafening whisper of a rain fall on the Sahara... Like most languages, you will discover it, in its true form by immersion, to drown yourself in it, to be wrapped up in it so tight you can no longer take in oxygen to your brain but rather, suck in love to fill your lungs.. Go to your nearest hospital and enter the birthing wing, sit in a corner and just listen... The newborn babies cries being soothed by there exhausted and overjoyed mothers, the sobs of wonderment from father's eyes that they have created life.. Look into the pupils of those riddled with bullet wounds of life.. Because... Only then... will you learn the true language of love..
By Matthew Wilson8 years ago in Poets
Lapse of Heart
breathe just be cool, baby no reason to freak calm down, honey let's enjoy this day sunshine, sunshine put on your shades,
By cookie foot8 years ago in Poets
Rachel Oliver
Truly a tale as old as time, beautiful and graceful, funny and smart. On her worst days she can still find the sunlight, the light at the end of the tunnel. And some days, she is that light.
By something wilde8 years ago in Poets
Skyler Pittman
Sky is the girl that everyone thinks they know. We believe that she is as predictable and easy to read as the rest of us. We proclaim that her faults and flaws and mistakes are things that we can expect, like we have bets on who called it first. Everyone thinks that they know Sky, but they don't know the half of it.
By something wilde8 years ago in Poets
Maddie Johnson
You are my summer night. Having you in my life is what it feels like to breathe, be sedentary and happy just where you are. You are what it feels like to have endless possibilities and expectations for the future. You are The Valley’s peace.
By something wilde8 years ago in Poets
Sophia Carey
The earth shifted when you were born. Every creative being from every corner of the world could feel it. They knew what was coming. Whether they realized it or not, they knew.
By something wilde8 years ago in Poets
Jessica Johnson
I constantly find myself fascinated with the ocean. Its immensity and beauty draw me in, in ways I'll never truly comprehend. Sometimes, I find myself fascinated with the kind of person Jessica is. She is elegant and effortlessly beautiful. Despite the fact that everyone knows this, she doesn't soak up the attention she gets like most girls do.
By something wilde8 years ago in Poets